


Control

by in_motu_proprio



Category: Captain Marvel (2019), Marvel Cinematic Universe
Genre: F/F, First Time, Friends to Lovers, Mutual Pining, Pre-Canon
Language: English
Status: Completed
Published: 2019-03-20
Updated: 2019-03-20
Packaged: 2019-11-26 12:26:18
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Chapters: 1
Words: 5,031
Publisher: archiveofourown.org
Story URL: https://archiveofourown.org/works/18180575
Author URL: https://archiveofourown.org/users/in_motu_proprio/pseuds/in_motu_proprio
Summary: A day in the life of two Air Force recruits, Carol and Maria are best friends but there could be much more to it than that.





	Control

Control. That’s what they all said she needed to practice, but Carol was not having it. Control was necessary sometimes, but not every moment of every day and certainly not while flying really cool jets at very high speeds. What better time to push the limits was there? “You know,” a familiar voice floated into Carol’s ear, “I think it might be love, you and those potatoes.” 

“Shut up,” Carol shot back at Maria, shaking her head. “And sit down. I have like six more bags.” 

“This for earlier or is this some sort of amassed punishment,” Maria asked as she picked up a peeler and a potato. 

“Earlier. Apparently we’re having Shepard’s Pie because of me,” Carol groused. 

“You’d think after all the time you’ve spent you’d be honorary kitchen staff by now,” she looked around to an empty kitchen. “You clear the room already,” Maria asked as she finished up her first potato and went onto the second. 

“They’re on lunch. I, however, want to be out of here before today turns to tomorrow.” Truthfully, she’d done this enough to know she was going to finish just a little before dinner time with a swollen wrist and many… many potato peels in her boots. “Want to pick up dinner on the way home?” 

“Oh, you’re in the kitchen all day and I have to pick up dinner. I see how it is.” Maria flicked a dirty potato skin at Carol who turned just a little too late and ended up with it in her hair. “Nice. Few more might make it a look.” Carol turned and posed a moment before picking the potato skin out of her hair and tossing it into the bin. “Yeah, I’ll get dinner. What do you want?” 

“Chinese, my usual,” Carol asked with fluttering eyelashes because she ate like a damn horse when it came to Chinese food and Starburst. “Oh, and can you get double meat? I need the protein,” she pointed out before making a pretty decent muscle with her bicep. “I have double fitness tomorrow.” They talked and peeled until the rest of the kitchen staff started filtering back in. Eventually Maria left to finish out her day of studying which Carol attempted to do while peeling. It didn’t go well and she’d have to study tonight most likely. “Ugh, damnit,” she cut herself for the tenth time and had to stop, wash it out, cover it, then get back to the peeling. Really this was an enormous waste of her time and Carol was just starting to work up a righteous fury when she finished her last potato and was, therefore, free. Joy at being free overwhelmed her fury, especially when she got to her car and was able to race off base and away from potatoes for awhile. 

Carol opened the door to their small apartment and the smell of warm, delicious Chinese food filled her nostrils. She felt kind of like a cartoon character, as though if she inhaled hard enough she might float right over to where Maria had laid it all out in the kitchen. “Oh my God, this looks perfect.” Carol slid into her place at the table only to get her hands slapped. 

“Wash your hands,” they said in unison though Carol’s tone was far more mocking. She stole an egg roll and jammed half of it into her mouth as she walked to the kitchen sink. Carol chewed happily as she washed her hands, the other half of the egg roll deposited onto a plate Maria had thrust at her. 

“Heathen,” Maria grumbled under her breath with a cluck of her tongue. “You didn’t even take your boots off.” 

“I’m hungry, though,” Carol…not whined. “C’mon.” 

“Fine… but you’re washing the floor after dinner. You tracked starch all over.” 

“I’m sure I did,” Carol told her around a piece of fried shrimp. It was delicious, hot with just a little bit of too much crisp from the fryer. It popped in her mouth as she chewed and Carol didn’t even realize she was humming happily until she caught Maria’s smile.

“What?”

“You’re humming… sitting there eating and humming like a little kid. It’s cute.” Maria rolled her eyes a little and gave Carol a little smile. “You’re cute.” 

“I know.” Carol poked Maria’s calf with the starchy toe of her boot. “That’s why you keep me around.” 

“Sure, keep telling yourself that, kid.” Maria teased a little but it had always been friendly bordering on flirtatious. It was potentially dangerous territory given Carol’s actual preferences and _Don’t Ask, Don’t Tell_. Granted, this was better than how it had been before, people being hunted out of positions they’d worked hard to get to for who they slept with, but it was still hard to find a date when sleeping with a woman might mean an immediate dishonorable discharge. So it had been awhile, like _awhile_ awhile. Which meant that the little flirtations were starting to get to Carol. “You want a beer?” 

“When do I not,” Carol countered, grateful to have something pull her mind off Maria’s shapely mouth. Then they started drinking and that was the only thing Carol could look at. Damn it all to hell. The woman all but blew the beer bottle, or that’s the story Carol was sticking with as she chowed down on her shrimp fried rice. 

“What?” 

“What,” Carol asked back quickly not knowing she had a piece of rice stuck to her bottom lip. Maria smiled then she smiled and the rice fell. “I was spacing out. Sorry.” A lie, no doubt one Maria could see through, but maybe Carol was ok with that. “What do I have to look forward to tonight,” Carol asked meaning the studying. She got a peculiar look from Maria and it took Carol too long to connect the dots before the look was gone. _Fuck_ , Carol was smart most of the time but she felt nothing but dumb around Maria in moments like this. If she were some civilian at a bar Carol would have been fine. That damn regulation was putting a wall up between her and her friend. … her and her _maybe_ more than a friend? 

“Lots of theory,” Maria said with a little gagging gesture. “Though there are some good firsthand accounts from the pilots in the back end of the chapter. It will be worth it if you get that far.”

“I have to,” Carol said with a shrug. “No rest for the wicked.”

“And wicked you are, my friend,” Maria nodded to the half-emptied beer. “Too spicy?” Carol had tossed on a bunch of hot sauce and mixed it in early in the process and kept adding little bits here and there. 

“It’s perfect. Thank you for getting it. I’ll spring if you tell me how much.” 

Carol downed a mouthful of shrimp as Maria shook her head. “I got this one. You had a shitty day.” 

“I had a potato-riffic day,” Carol countered with a wrinkle of her nose. Then there, for a second, she was certain Maria sighed. Not an exasperated, annoyed sigh, a soft one that made Carol feel light all over. “Want another one,” she got up in an effort to hide the jumble of emotions she was feeling, knowing her best friend would see them on her face. 

“Not all of us are mainlining,” Maria pointed out. 

“Yeah, but I’m up… so… do you want one?” Carol cocked her head at the fridge. 

“Girl you know I’m good for one.” Maria held out her hand for the beer when Carol returned and their fingers brushed. It was normal, right… to linger like that? “Thanks.”

“You’re welcome,” Carol said quickly and rounded to her own seat, flopping back in an effort to look casual but almost eating it when her chair stuttered on an uneven tile and nearly fell. “I have to fix that … wait, how do you fix that?” They had a laugh over the face Carol made when she almost fell and finished the rest of the six pack with dinner and Carol was able to avoid any naughty thoughts about her best friend’s hips or the way she licked her lips when she was buzzed. Well, she was mostly able to. Ok, somewhat. Fine, she only thought about jumping Maria when she was actually _looking_ at the woman. 

They headed to their own rooms after dinner, ostensively to study. Carol started well, getting comfortable before sitting down at her desk. Then she heard the guys upstairs playing music and saw the squirrel that was eating a peanut butter sandwich last week sitting on the fence staring at her. Carol got up and closed the curtain to eliminate the nutty-breathed fiend’s gaze before turning on some quiet music of her own to counter the stuff from upstairs. “There.” It was better until she got thirsty then she tried to fight it for awhile before heading out to the kitchen, seeing their dishes and ending up doing them because she couldn’t let them sit. Carol was all over and it wasn’t until a hand landed on her shoulder that she realized just how scattered her thoughts were. “You’re supposed to be studying,” Maria pointed out.

“Will you read to me while I do the dishes? Maybe I can focus that way.” It was something they did sometimes when other things needed to be done. Maria would sit somewhere and read whatever they both had to work on while Carol cleaned or made dinner or sometimes just when she laid around. Carol liked listening to Maria read and the woman was an easy one to convince. “I’m about three pages in.”

“Carol,” Maria chastised, “it’s been over an hour.” 

“Damn…” Carol looked at the clock getting all the confirmation she needed. “I need you even more now… please?” 

“Of course,” Maria said as she pulled up a chair. “Get me your book. I’ll do some highlighting for you while I’m in there.” Carol wanted to pull her close, to kiss Maria’s forehead in thanks, but instead she just gave her a crooked little smile and hurried off to grab her textbook. Carol came back and handed off her textbook and a set of the nice highlighters she’d picked up the last time they’d gone to the store. “Jealous,” Maria sighed at the new highlighters. 

“Split them with you,” Carol offered as she started on the dishes in a t-shirt and pajama pants. “Just leave me the yellow. You can have any of the other colors though.” Carol took her time cleaning, knowing the longer she took here the longer Maria would read to her and that was really the point. Carol liked her voice, could listen to Maria for hours. She was one of very few people in the world who were able to get and keep Carol’s attention on just about any subject. They talked about a few points they didn’t understand and by the time Carol made the circle around the kitchen, her studies for the night were more than halfway done. She was still behind, but in much better shape for having Maria on her side. But that was a lesson she’d learned years ago. 

“Hey, thanks,” Carol told her as they sat down at the kitchen table again. “I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

“You’d figure it out, I’m sure,” Maria told Carol with a smile. “You always do. That bugging you?” 

Carol’s brows creased, not knowing what she was talking about until Maria reached out and touched her tender wrist. “It’s not bad.” 

“Stay here.” Maria got up, leaving Carol in a very clean kitchen with a textbook glaring at her. _Ugh_ , she thought and leaned back in the chair to avoid making eye contact with the thing. Fortunately Maria was quick and came back with full hands. Carol had pulled major KP duty often enough that they had developed a routine. “Alright… hand.” Maria had already gotten a bit of this cooling salve she made out of the squat colbolt tub she kept it in. “You should have worn the brace.”

“Do you know how disgusting that gets peeling potatoes? Or how many times a day I have to take it off to wash?” Carol shook her head. “I never want to eat another french fry in my life,” Carol complained. 

“Liar. If I had some Shake Shack here, you’d chow down and those fries aren’t even that good.” Maria ran her thumb down Carol’s hand, rubbing into the fleshy part of her palm firmly. “And you know that’s the truth.”

“… you’re mean,” Carol jokingly complained, shaking her head that Maria was still wrong though they both knew she was right. “You know what… “ Maria rubbed a little more firmly and Carol winced, sucking in a breath through her teeth. 

“Ok, ok… I see it,” Maria said gently as the hand bracing Carol’s arm moved up to pet her forearm softly. “Sorry. Gotta go back in… ok?” They made eye contact and Carol’s instincts said: _kiss her_. Carol’s sense of self-preservation, little that there was, said: _for once, don’t be stupid_. In the pause, the battle was lost again as Maria sat back just enough to make it an awkward distance to kiss from. Closer was better when trying to be smooth, after all. Carol glanced away and just nodded, setting her teeth and trying not to make a sound as Maria sorted her out. 

KP didn’t usually mess Carol up that bad, but anyone’s wrist would hurt after six bags of potatoes. “You doing ok in there,” Maria asked as Carol continued to look away. Her attention was drawn back as Maria worked her way up Carol’s arm, rubbing into the thick muscles of the forearm where all those tendons connected. 

“Yeah…sorry, beer.” 

“Liar,” Maria shot back. “But you can keep your secret, little miss.” Maria hummed softly as she massaged, working into that muscle deep and releasing so many little tensions Carol hadn’t even realized were there. 

“You’re really good at this,” Carol said feeling incredibly dumb and surface. 

“Practice… arthritis runs in my family.” Carol nodded a little in acknowledgement as Maria’s fingers laced with hers so she could slowly manipulate the posture of Carol’s hand. It was easily Carol’s favorite part of the little massage. “Other hand,” Maria insisted, unable to leave Carol unbalanced so to speak. Carol just offered up her other side and thought of how good Maria’s hands would feel literally _everywhere_ else. All of this sure felt like sexy-time girlfriend stuff, but it ended just like every other time, with a pat to the elbow and Maria getting up to wash her hands leaving Carol sitting there alone, feeling stupid. 

“You really are on another planet, girl. You need to talk? Something happen? We need to go kick someone’s ass?” Maria’s brow spiked and her expression got mean for a moment.

“No… no one needs an ass kicking… except maybe Hayes. But that’s always the case.” Carol considered it for a moment. What if she just told Maria? _I’m gay and I have a crush on you._ It would be easy, theoretically. “I’m… uh… tired, sorry. That, the beer, the KP… mind’s fuzzy.” 

“Mmmmmhmmm,” Maria intoned, clearly calling bullshit. 

“What? For real. I’m going to go study, hopefully I can finish and get a couple hours before…” Maria was suddenly very close, hovering over Carol as they stood close to the sink. She stood there staring into Carol’s very anxious expression for a good minute before Maria’s hand came to her cheek. It smelled earthy and green like the salve she used on Carol’s hands. It took everything in Carol not to lean into it, well maybe not _everything,_ because she only lasted a few seconds before she did just that. Carol’s eyes drifted shut and she pressed her cheek to Maria’s warm palm waiting and breathless. 

“It’s just me. What are you scared of?” Maria’s voice was close to her ear and Carol could feel the warmth of the woman so very close to her. “Your heart is ready to beat out of your chest.” The fingers slid down to the back of Carol’s neck, pressing just slightly to keep Carol in her place. She’d never been happier to just stay put. “Carol?” 

Reluctantly, Carol opened her eyes and looked up, truly terrified for a split second before she got to Maria’s warm, welcoming brown eyes. “Not a lot, but a dishonorable discharge is up there,” she said softly. “I love what I do,” Carol continued. “… but…” but she might have also maybe, kind of, totally fallen for Maria Rambeau. It had been gradual and Carol had tried to fight it, but falling for her best friend was 100% in Carol’s wheelhouse and was probably why she had very few friends to speak of at this point in her life. 

“But what, baby?” Maria’s tone was soft, like butter melting in a hot pan all crispy around the edges. 

The _baby_ cut through Carol and got a tiny sigh of contentment. It could have been that or maybe the fact that Maria had closed the distance and pressed her hip to Carol’s. “… but… but I want you.” Carol’s whole body tightened up, ready for the sucker punch of betrayal. Instead Maria leaned in and brushed her lips over Carol’s, bold as brass. It was soft at first, testing almost, before Maria’s tongue slid over Carol’s bottom lip and it was _on_. Carol’s hands, previously uselessly dangling at her sides, came to action and gripped Maria by the waist, stepping into the woman’s space even more. 

They broke from the kiss minutes later, breathless and flushed and Maria smoothed Carol’s hair behind her ear. “You got me, baby. No question on that. You had me that first day, Air Force Barbie.” It was a nickname that had gone away pretty fast but one that had gotten Carol KP her very first day in the Air Force. It had also gotten another recruit a black eye, but Maria separated them before it got too bad or anyone got in too much trouble. “I knew I had to keep my eye on a girl who would jump another cadet day one. You’re my kind of crazy, Carol Danvers.” Maria’s hand ran down Carol’s back and she let out a soft sigh of appreciation. 

“He deserved it,” Carol pointed out.

“Yes, yes he did.” Maria laughed a little and ran her fingers through Carol’s hair. It was a mess, back in a braid all day finally let loose so it was all wild and a little frizzy in places. “And my little blonde bruiser gave it to him. I knew I had to know you right then and there and my opinion hasn’t changed an ounce since.” Carol looked up, biting her lip. “What?” 

“I was thinking how behind I’m going to be tomorrow,” because books had no part of the rest of her night in Carol’s opinion. 

“Why’s that?” Maria asked seriously. “We’re going to finish your studying in the living room then go to sleep. Tomorrow afternoon we’re both off early. I’m not rushing this.” Maria kissed Carol again, slow and deep this time. Her mind was made up and that was ok, but Carol wanted to convince her otherwise. “And don’t try your voodoo…none of that eyelash batting nonsense,” Maria teased as she led Carol toward the door to the living room. “… and I didn’t say we couldn’t make out while we study.” It was about control and Carol knew that hers was going to be seriously tested by one Maria Rambeau, bless her heart. 

The rest of the night alternated between making out like teenagers and studying. Maria would only let Carol get so far and the faster she pushed the quicker they were directed back to studying. It was agony but it was also kind of amazing. By the time Carol was ready to go to bed she was soaking through her pajama pants. Maria wasn’t unaffected, but she wasn’t as spun out as Carol felt. It was gloriously freeing, like being up there pulling G’s for the first time. They walked down the hall together and when they got to Carol’s bedroom she reached out and took Maria’s hand, pulling her close. “I’m going to die if I don’t get you in my bed tonight.” 

“Melodramatic much, Danvers?” 

“If it’ll help me get my way, yes.” Carol’s hands loosely held Maria’s waist, fingertips dipping under the waist of the stretchy skirt she was wearing. It was one of those impossibly soft pieces of cotton that hugged every inch of her backside and thighs. Carol loved this particular one mostly because it was just a hair too tight and left very little to the imagination. 

“A stirring argument,” Maria said as her hand slid between Carol’s thighs, cupping her sex. “Fuck, you’re so wet.” 

“I’ve kept myself under control for hours,” Carol pointed out. “I’m dying here,” she tried again with a tug toward the bedroom, her hand boldly reaching down to caress Maria’s backside. “Help a girl out.” 

“Pathetic,” Maria laughed as she leaned in and ran her lips down Carol’s throat. “That’s the best you can do?” 

“The best I can do is drop to my knees right now and show you just what you’d get if you came through that door.” Carol looked up at Maria boldly, licking her lips before slowly, purposefully, dropping to her knees, hands running down her sides all the way to Maria’s ankles. 

“You’re serious,” Maria said. “Right here and now you’d… oh…” Carol’s hand had slipped up under Maria’s skirt, boldly mirroring Maria’s gesture from earlier. “You look good like this,” Maria told Carol without an ounce of judgement, in total appreciation for how good she looked on her knees. Carol leaned in, running her breasts over the tops of Maria’s thighs while she kissed and sucked over the woman’s stomach. “Get up here,” Maria tugged on Carol’s arms, making her stand and getting a rather annoyed look. “I can’t cum standing up,” she pointed out as she pulled Carol into the bedroom and closed the door behind them. 

Once that door was closed, Carol was on Maria, pulling off her shirt and tossing it across the room to admire her full breasts, bare underneath. “Beautiful,” Carol told Maria as she stood there before her, fingers caressing Maria’s smooth, dark skin. “God you’re beautiful.” Carol leaned in to kiss Maria again, slow and deep like they had all the time in the world. Maria had pointed out that she didn’t want to rush and Carol was more than ok with getting no sleep tonight if it meant she got to watch Maria cum for her. “Get naked for me?” Carol licked her lips and watched as Maria boldly undid the tie that held her skirt in place and let it drop. She stood there in a pair of blue underpants and a smile and Carol didn’t think she’d ever seen anything quite so perfect. 

“This better?” Maria ran a hand down her side, caressing one breast as she went. Carol thought she might start panting like a dog. 

“Yes… bed. Now.” 

“Funny how you think you’re in charge,” Maria laughed as she walked over to the bed, sitting down on the edge, legs spreading naturally. “Now show me what you wanted to in the hall baby.” Maria said it low with a little drawl on it so it came out with all these sexy round vowels that Carol wanted to drown in. She was on her knees between Maria’s legs in seconds, eagerly kissing her way up the inside of one thigh while her hands caressed every bit of bare skin she could reach. “Eager girl.”

“I’ve wanted this forever,” Carol confessed as she leaned in to get a grip on the waist of Maria’s panties with her teeth. It wasn’t all teeth but teeth and a few well placed urges with fingertips got them off and left the woman bare as an egg in front of Carol. Maria was lovely there too, like the petals of a flower opening up as she shifted her legs wider, almost obscured by the fine nest of curls. Carol’s fingers gently stroked, spreading the woman’s moisture over her fingertips before gently touching, getting the lay of the land. Carol looked up a few times, meeting Maria’s eyes as she slowly exposed her clit. She was gentle, careful, but eager. “Tell me if this is alright,” were the last words Carol spoke before burying her face in Maria’s curls. 

Wide laps of her tongue gave way to slow, sweet sucks at Maria’s clit. Carol wasn’t in a rush, so she took her time working the other woman up into a lather before a finger even pushed inside. From there it was a steady build of pressure and speed until Maria’s hips were jumping all over the place and Carol had to wrap an arm around her waist to hold her down. Carol tried to telegraph how she felt, that this wasn’t a one time thing in her mind, that she might even have feelings with a capital F. She didn’t love having feelings, but when Carol did they were incredibly strong ones. Carol Danvers didn’t do half measures. Maria came for Carol, having to stuff the side of her fist in her mouth to dampen the sound of her pleasure. Carol being Carol, didn’t stop until Maria was pushing her back, begging her for a moment to catch her breath. 

“Shit, baby,” Maria pulled Carol up and they rolled onto the bed in a pile of limbs kissing deep and dirty. “You’re so good at that. It’s been so long.” 

“For me too,” Carol confessed softly, her fingers occupied with Maria’s nipple. “I … oh…” Maria’s hand had slipped between Carol’s legs, stroking the fabric still covering her up into her. 

“Get naked. Now,” Maria demanded quietly, cupping Carol’s breast through her t-shirt. “I need to see you.” It wasn’t like they didn’t take showers together after fitness sometimes and hadn’t seen each other. It wasn’t like this, though. Maria just watched as Carol stripped down quickly, the only moment of the night she actually rushed much to her benefit. “I tried not to look too much in the showers but God damn you’re sexy baby.” Maria’s hand cupped one of Carol’s smaller breasts, thumbing her nipple to full hardness in seconds. “It’s hard not to stare.” Carol whimpered softly, arching into the touch as Maria settled her in against some pillows near the head of the bed. “Relax…. let me lead awhile.” 

Carol swallowed thickly but nodded in agreement, knowing she was in good hands but also knowing that she tended to get loud and a little combative during sex sometimes. Maria kissed Carol’s breast as she leaned in to run her hand over Carol’s stomach. Maria’s long fingers hugged her side, down Carol’s hip to her thigh and back up. Those strong hands touched her everywhere and Carol as a trembling mess by the time Maria’s hand nudged her legs apart a little more so she could work. It started with kissing, something they’d already practiced quite a bit, so there was no need to feel nervous. Still, Carol did. Something in her felt a gravity in this moment that she hadn’t felt with like 90% of the people she’d slept with. 

Maria’s fingers slid up the inside of her thigh, caressing Carol’s skin like she was some fine delicate thing at first then going back for a firmer stroke, deeper… into the muscle a bit. As they kissed, Maria rubbed and stroked Carol’s thighs, her stomach, hips, essentially everywhere _but_ where Carol wanted her to go. “My God you’re killing me."  
“Control, baby. Control.” Maria ran her palm over the spot under Carol’s navel and got a full body shudder from the smaller woman. After all the touches, all the caresses and kisses, that Carol would have been ready, but when Maria slid a finger into her in one solid move, Carol was shocked. She swore low and growling in her chest as she clenched down around the intruding digit. Maria distracted her with a kiss and Carol found herself with her attention torn apart, half focused on the kiss, the other half on the fingers now playing at her clit. No, that wasn’t right. Some had to be focused on the finger slowly pushing in and out of her body. How many hands did Maria have? 

“Please,” Carol asked softly, pleadingly gazing up at Maria while they both fought to catch their breath. Maria recovered faster mostly because she wasn’t being played with like Carol was. With the attention being paid her body, Carol’s hand was clamped on Maria’s wrist, the other in the bedsheets. She was trying hard not to buck and twist too much, but this felt amazing and her hips soon started to rise to the rhythm of Maria’s fingers. “Maria, please….” Carol panted as her body climbed higher and higher, so damn close she could feel her body doing that pre-clench that wasn’t quite cumming but felt _so_ good. Maria sent her over with a soft pinch of her clit between thumb and forefinger that turned into a full on stroke. Carol came apart into a million pieces, shattered by just Maria’s fingers. 

Panting and breathless, Carol came back to the world at large with her hands still gripping both Maria’s wrist and the sheets, maybe a little too hard. “Wow,” Carol turned, a lock of blonde hair falling in her eyes. Maria pushed it out of the way and Carol smiled as Maria kissed her between the brows then down to the tip of her nose. “I …”

“I think we should get some sleep so you don’t keel over tomorrow. Today,” Maria corrected with a look at the clock. “You’re amazing, Danvers. You know that, right?”

Carol looked up with a smile and nodded, “glad you finally noticed.”


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